Summary

“I know you love him,” James says.

Natasha nods. She’s never denied that. Not to James, anyway.

“I also know that I don’t know how to not want you. I see you across any room and I think about kissing you til my mouth bruises. Peeling off your clothes a piece at a time, like a present. I see you and I think mine.”

Summary

Clint did like that the photo stayed private. He’s shit at social media, only on it because, you know, he has to be, but even Clint knew it was the kind of candid that was Instagrammable - #queen, #legend, #rawmemama, etcetera, ad nauseam, he’s pretty sure he could predict the comments before anyone actually typed them. (Bucky once said “raw me, mama?” to her with a goddamn straight face and Natasha’s expression of abject horror while she tried to work out if he meant it had made Clint laugh so fucking hard he was certain he’d ripped an organ in half. He still wants to find a way to work that story into his act, because on the one hand, people love it when he talks about his marriage, but it’s hard to find a way into it that doesn’t sound like he’s making fun of their fans, and that’s a big no-go.)

[AU: Natasha, Nakia, Okoye, Jessica Jones, and Valkyrie are the War Dogs: an all-girl rock band navigating their sudden explosion of hard-won success. Clint is a stand-up comedian - fine, Clint is John Mulaney. Bucky works security. Come for feelings about found family and fame, stay for the lesbian wedding and unnecessary dig at John Mayer. This premise escalated. The author regrets nothing.]

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She makes it all of two chapters into her book before James "Bucky" Barnes, former Winter Soldier, someone she has talked to precisely twice, bursts in, breathing heavily. Before Darcy can ask what the hell is going on, he's dashing across the room, ducking behind the arm of the couch she's leaning on. Darcy raises her eyebrows and pokes her head over the couch.

"I'm not here," he says, tucking himself down enough that if someone walked in, they wouldn't be able to see him.

"I beg to differ," Darcy says.

Darcy glances at the hall when she hears footsteps, then back down at Barnes, who's making frantic shushing noises. Well, at least whatever he's running from isn't dangerous, or he'd have dragged her into hiding, too. Probably. She hopes.

"Bucky?"

And yep, that's Captain America's voice she hears calling down the hall. She peers down at Barnes again, leveling him a very unimpressed look, one she usually reserves for Tony. He looks at her with pleading eyes and she just groans. So unfair, the asshole. She can't resist a good pair of puppy dog eyes, and the lure of being someone's partner in mischief. He knows it too, by the small smile tugging at his lips.